Haul vlogging the contents of my bedroom would reveal clusters of ceramic planters, candles, a global array of textiles, and a few jaunty old books about art or foraging or what-have-you. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yep, I may be too Brooklyn for my own good. To make matters worse, I barely get out of the borough, let alone the city.
That all changed last week, when I found myself in rural Massachusetts with Chairish to shop the Brimfield Antique Show. I crashed in a Super 8 motel and dined on Dominos, but mostly, I shopped — discerningly and purposefully. It dawned on me that Brooklyn might be a retail alterna-verse, where girls draped in vintage kimonos hawk antique tambourines and scented wood oils at a markup that defies the realities of economics.
It turns out, you can furnish an entire apartment — even a Brooklyn one — without a single hand-tied bundle of Palo Santo wood in sight. Click through to find out how.